Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.